When she finally arrived it wasn’t good. In fact, it was far from what might be considered good. She was bad, simple as that.
That’s why I shut the door in her face. Quick and loud, I wouldn’t be letting her inside. I knew the secrets she held, I knew the demons she fought, and I’d always been willing to help her. Just not that night. That night I saw something new in her. Well, not altogether new per say, but something I hadn’t seen in a long time, or in the completeness I saw then.
Her dark eyes held a sadness, tears glistening on them. That wasn’t new.
Her hands shook, fear and a weakness radiating off of them. That wasn’t new.
Her golden hair was knotted, half slipping into her face, the rest staying back, stuck by her hand running through it. That wasn’t new.
Her lips held a smile. That was new.
It wasn’t a joyous smile, nor smug, but instead somewhere between. Somewhere dark, where everything is broken and evil. Like her when I opened the door.
I hardly had cared to take in her blood-soaked clothes, or even the knife dropped onto my front steps. Instead, I slammed the door. Without a word passing between us I turned her away, already knowing what treacheries she would speak.
I walked away and forgot her. Forgot her eyes, her hands, her hair, but not that smile. It would haunt me forever.
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